Passion absence of lust, Gives in to flames, Burning bright, engulfing the purest of hearts. A wall, a blockage, a forgotten sentence, a lingering rhyme…

Countless hours have been spent, Scripting ink across the blank pages of this life. What is next? Driftwood will float on, anticipating change… Yet it all remains the same. Simplicity beckons my philanges to reach out from under these sheets in which they’ve hid… Crawling beneath my skin, like first time lovers they dance across my stomach, my arms, my chest…

White, hot magma continues to flow, scarring me… A rage so pure, so unknown. Shivering against the coldest breeze, flesh prickling, teeth chattering… I tiptoe towards the flames, flames that burn from within me…

Just let them go, Breathe & let them be free